Chapter 15 Chapter 15 He finally fell asleep again...

These days, Chen Ying rarely showed concern for him, so she asked, "How are you doing with your homework these days? Are you studying hard? I don't have time to take care of you."

Chen Jinshi nodded slightly. Ever since he came back last time and saw her so distraught, he never went to the suburbs again. He read books in the house every day, for fear of making her angry.

He never wanted to see that look of disappointment on her face again; it made him feel like a knife was cutting through his heart.

Xie Qingyue came out of Chen Jichuan's room and sat down in the hall to chat with Shen Ying.

This is what Chen Jinshi can't stand the most.

She could talk to anyone like an adult, with her father, with Chen Jinxing, with Xie Qingyue...but she spoke to him like a child.

Xie Qingyue asked her: "When did the general become ill? What medicine did he take?"

I asked, "What's the winter climate like in Jinling? What's produced in each season?"

Then he asked, "How is the Chen family's business? Are there any difficulties?"

Chen Ying answered his questions one by one, and the two of them actually got along very well.

Chen Ying asked Chen Xing to go to Xiangmanlou and order a simple meal. It would be bad to let guests sit there idle when there were guests at home.

Chen Jinxing also came back early and chatted with Xie Qingyue for a few words.

He knew in his heart that if it weren't for his father's relationship, a family like theirs would never be able to sit at the same table and eat with Xie Qingyue.

Chen Jinxing told Chen Jinshi about this, asking him to discipline himself for being rude. Chen Jinshi disagreed, saying that Xie Qingyue was too familiar with Chen Ying, and Chen Ying was too enthusiastic towards Xie Qingyue. Chen Jinxing then said, "Even Amma stayed home to take care of you because of her father's relationship. You have no right to say this."

These words made Chen Jinshi clench his fists.

He looked coldly at his brother, whose expression was even colder: "I am not as good as Xie Qingyue for the time being, but Am and I will not tolerate you sowing discord between us."

Chen Jinxing was stunned. He thought that these words would severely dampen his fighting spirit or cause him to have another quarrel with Shen Ying, but he didn't expect that he would not fall for it this time.

This surprised him a little bit as his brother, who had always been impulsive and reckless.

Chen Jinshi sat next to Chen Ying, and Xie Qingyue sat on her other side. After a conversation, the two became more familiar with each other.

Xie Qingyue simply took off the jade pendant from his waist and gave it to her: "This is the first time I've met Aunt Shen, but I feel like we're old friends. I came in a hurry and didn't bring any generous gifts. Please accept this little gift."

He was thinking of asking for permission to go to the northern border for training, and when he saw Chen Ying, who grew up in Loufan, he felt even more affectionate towards her.

Chen Ying hesitated to accept it. Somehow, she was worried that this scene would be seen by Chen Jinshi, as if she was certain that he would make a fuss about it.

The strange thing was that Chen Jinshi was quiet the whole time and didn't even say a sarcastic word.

She breathed a sigh of relief, took the jade pendant, and felt that Chen Jinshi had really grown up.

The next morning, Chen Ying prepared some medicine and sent it to Chen Jichuan's room. When she passed by Xie Qingyue's room, she happened to see him practicing in the yard.

She held the medicine and screamed, almost spilling it.

Xie Qingyue ran to her at lightning speed and stood in front of her, holding the medicine on her tray firmly.

Chen Ying turned her head and gritted her teeth, "Master Xie, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here."

"No problem, it's my problem."

He grabbed some clothes from the rack and put them on. Back in the camp, he was so used to practicing naked every morning that he had forgotten he was in someone else's house. Coincidentally, Chen Ying had also forgotten there were guests staying in this courtyard and didn't bother to go around.

“Aunt Shen, are you delivering medicine to Master?”

Chen Ying nodded, but still didn't dare to look him in the eye. She shook her head, her mind full of that taut back, the sweat running down the shoulder line into the waist, the bulging veins, the heaving chest... Xie Qingyue had never been on the battlefield, and his body was made up of only strong bones and muscles, but no conspicuous scars. His pampered skin had a satin texture, and she had to admit that it looked extremely pleasing to the eye.

As he was thinking, he took the tray from her hand: "I'll help you deliver it."

Chen Ying didn't refuse in a daze, and her steps were unsteady as she walked towards Chen Jichuan.

She had always been fascinated by such muscular bodies, perhaps because... General Chen, who had descended like a god when her life was at stake... was just like that:

The man was as big as a mountain, with broad shoulders and back, holding up her sky firmly.

Chen Jichuan was already awake. Seeing the two of them walk in together, Xie Qingyue looked fine, just a little disheveled. But why were Dulan's ears red? He was puzzled, but didn't ask any more questions.

"Master, drink the medicine." Xie Qingyue helped him sit up and fed him the medicine.

The three of them gathered together and chatted for a while, but fearing that Chen Jichuan was running out of energy, two of them left after not staying for long.

When they reached the corridor, Chen Ying took the medicine bowl from his hand and said, "Give it to me."

Xie Qingyue did not refuse.

"I'm so sorry, I can't stay here for long. I have important business to attend to in the camp, so I have to leave today."

Chen Ying didn't dare to look at him yet, but Xie Qingyue had already straightened his clothes and apologized to her.

"Thank you, sir. Official business is more important. There's nothing to apologize for. I'll be watching over you here, General."

Xie Qingyue said, "Master, if you have any news, please be sure to pass it on to me."

Chen Ying lowered her head and smiled bitterly: "Definitely."

Whenever she talked about the general, her face never looked happy and everyone could see her frustration.

Xie Qingyue raised his hand and placed it lightly on her shoulder. He sighed and finally took his hand away.

This is not etiquette.

Chen Ying watched him leave quickly, with an increasingly lost look in her eyes. She was probably the one who was most reluctant to part with the general.

Chen Jinshi leaned against the door, watching her with a sense of loss, watching her heartbroken, watching her staring at the medicine bowl in a daze.

Thinking of Xie Qingyue's actions again, he punched the door. With a crisp sound, the door made a sound. Chen Ying turned around in shock, but there was no one there.

His feeling of loss was even worse than hers. He suppressed his emotions for a long time, then took a horse from the stable and galloped towards the outskirts of the city.

Wang Er chased for two steps but failed to catch up: "Second Young Master, where are you going?"

"Second Young Master, wait for me. You forgot to bring your medicine!"

“Miss Shen doesn’t allow you to run around these days, have you forgotten?”

Wang'er ran breathlessly for half the block, but Chen Jinshi acted as if he didn't hear anything. It was as if he only heard the last sentence. He turned around and shouted at him, "I'm not ten years old anymore. She has no right to control me!"

Wang'er was so tired that he squatted down. Chen Jinshi rode the horse with neat movements. The hem of his clothes was lifted high by the wind. His back figure quickly stretched out in the smoke and dust, and the man and the horse formed a neat line.

Well, after hearing what he said, Wang'er didn't dare to go back and complain to Chen Ying.

Chen Jinshi rode all the way to the military training ground on the outskirts of the city, and the military camp was filled with orderly shouts.

He dismounted, stamped his feet on the ground, and shouted, "Where's the black iron?"

A few familiar young officers came out from the tent area a little further away.

"Master Chen, why are you here now?"

"I'm looking for a decisive battle with Black Iron."

Several people looked at each other and said, "This is unfortunate. Heitie was just transferred to Ling County to suppress bandits yesterday."

Looking at Mr. Chen's gloomy face, they were silent for a while and then invited him into the house to eat meat.

Chen Jinshi lowered his eyes to hide the uncontrollable anger surging in his eyes: "No need."

He turned and walked towards the center of the martial arts field, his emotions like a sword in its sheath. He picked up a spear and thrust it forward with brute force.

Sweat soon soaked his clothes. He just kept swinging his gun, slashing, and stabbing. His movements became faster and faster, and more and more fierce. Every time he exerted force, he was gritting his teeth, as if he wanted to pour out all the depression and frustration in his heart.

The wooden target was riddled with holes, and broken wood chips flew everywhere, scratching a small, light cut on the back of his hand, but he didn't care at all.

Zhao Desheng, a good friend in the military camp, advised him, "Chen Jinshi, what's wrong with you? If you have something to say, talk to him nicely. Don't take it out on me."

Someone else started to jeer, "Master Chen, don't waste your strength here. Go to the battlefield and kill the enemy."

"Of course not. He is a scholar now, a serious scholar, precious. A battlefield is not suitable for him."

Everyone knew that Chen Jinshi could not stand provocation. If he was provoked a few times, he might really take up arms and go into battle to prove that he was not a coward.

Unfortunately, Chen Jinshi is no longer the Chen Jinshi of the past. He is very calm, even though he has thrown away his spear and smashed the target to pieces with his bare hands.

Until it becomes harder to breathe and the chest contracts tighter and tighter.

First, there was an itchy feeling in my throat, then I started to feel short of breath, and my chest felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand.

Zhao Desheng scolded, "Stop making sarcastic remarks, Chen Jinshi is having another attack. Hurry up and pull him down."

He made a hissing sound in his throat as he punched harder, without any hesitation, and his back rose and fell violently due to his panting.

"Chen Jinshi! Stop now!"

He ignored them until he could no longer breathe.

The moment he closed his eyes, he thought that even if he didn't go to the battlefield, his energy would not be in vain.

He would be brought to her now, and she would surely return all her eyes, all her gaze, to him again.

If he was on the battlefield, he would never see her again, and he was not stupid.

When Chen Jinshi opened his eyes again, his consciousness was still confused.

The tip of his nose woke up before his eyes - it was a faint scent, like the fragrance of dried grass mixed with goat's milk, wrapping him gently and softly, and the quilt was exposed to the sun.

He moved his fingers and felt soft cotton silk. The touch of the bed beneath him made him feel very safe. It was already night.

He opened his eyes, breathing smoothly, turned sideways, and buried his nose in the pillow. The smell became clearer.

He sniffed for a while, then watched her sit on the edge of the bed with her back to the bed, rustling her hips, and then turn around.

Seeing that he was awake, her expression changed from worry to seriousness in an instant.

He was calm in his heart, prepared to face her reproach, and he could smell her scent floating in the air.

He finally slept in her bed again.

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